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Poor Tom (Instrumental Mix)

Here's a tale of Tom

Who worked the railroads long

His wife would cook his meal

As he would change the wheelPoor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on

Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom

There ain't nothing that you can hide from TomWorked for thirty years

Sharing hopes and fears

Dreamin' of the day

He could turn and sayPoor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sunAin't a thing that you can hide from TomHis wife was Annie Mae

With any man a game she'd play

When Tom was out of town

She couldn't keep her dress downPoor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin onAin't a thing that you can hide from TomAnd so it was one day

People got to Annie Mae (?)

Tom stood, a gun in his hand

And stopped her runnin' aroundPoor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've doneAll those years of work are thrown away

To ease your mind is that all you can say?But what about that grandson on your knee?

Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to meAin't nothing that you can hide from TomKeep-a Truckin'

Songwriters

PAGE, JAMES PATRICK (JIMMY)/PLANT, ROBERT ANTHONYPublished by

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